A DUDE NAMED ANDRES




Si Andres Bonifacio, atapang a tao.
Aputol a kamay, hindi atakbo.
Aputol a paa, hindi atakbo.
Apugot a ulo, hindi atakbo.
Aputol a (bleep), atakbo atulin...







Today, the Filipinos celebrate the 150th birthday of one of its famous and beloved heroes, Andres Bonifacio.  Mr. Bonifacio, the real hero of the masses—forget Erap the thief who only uses the masses for his advantage—  spent his life trying to help liberate his country.

He died while persisting in this noble mission— he was ordered killed by a notorious general.

I am sure that no one’s going to contest it, that Andres is a certified hero.

But when you say that someone like Manny Pacquiao, who like Andres is hogging the front page of the newspapers today, is also hero, I am going to howl in protest.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Manny Pacquiao.

I’ve become an instant avid fan the moment I saw him fight—he still was a flyweight then and was virtually nameless and had few fans then. I’ve followed his career after that. I thought he was one of the most exciting boxers ever to step inside a ring, more exciting than that dudette named Floyd Mayweather. He was very aggressive and was very unafraid inside the ring.

He’s an icon, a legend and an inspiration to many, yes, but a hero, no.

A hero leads (or is trying to lead) a noble, moral life.

Heroes save lives and defend their country from invaders without expecting a huge monetary windfall. Sure, Pacman brings honor to the country. But that’s just incidental. If boxing only brings honor and not money, I doubt if Pacquiao will ever step inside a ring.

Look at him, he’s been a congressman for years now but has he thought of a law that would even be slightly beneficial to this country?

No, instead of burning the midnight oil to try to come up with an outstanding piece of legislation, he prefers to hang out with Chavit Singson and those slimy, snaky and sleazy politicians.

But Andres Bonifacio, he’s one dude who deserves all the accolades that befit a hero, one who should be exempted from being taxed, of course. 







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